A/N: Hiya, I'm here again. And I'm so proud of myself. I really hope you like this one. Terry is quite baddass(how it's spelled?) but gotta love him anyways. Matthew is just so sweet. And now you'll meet two other little boys(my OCs too). Take care of them okay. They are brave kids.

At the moment I don't find anything else to add. Oh, here is Audrey's outfic from the previous chapter. Just copy-paste it and put dots instead of spaces.

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Las Vegas, Nevada
The 16th of July 1994, Saturday

It was raining. It was quite surprising actually since the place was Vegas and it was the middle of July. Spencer didn't mind the rain. It refreshed the air and made good for plants. It had been dull grey and brown lately due the lack of rains. The boy sat by the living room window and was reading some book he had picked up from his mother's bookshelf. Time to time he glanced outside to see if Matthew had decided to come. It was Saturday though and the boy's parents probably weren't working today.

It was a bit past midday when Spencer finally put the book aside. He had been reading slower than usually, distracted by the thought whether or not Matthew would come. He looked outside again and there he was, sitting on the grass and looking up to the sky. He had his backpack next to him and had covered it with a raincoat. Matthew had turned his back towards the house so he didn't notice when Spencer came outside with and umbrella and walked to him.

"Why are you outside?" Spencer asked.

"Just felt like it." Came the answer.

"Come in."

"Nah… It's nice here."

"You get soaked."

"I already am."

"True, but you need to get inside so you won't catch a cold."

"Have you ever heard of saying that 'idiots don't catch a cold' meaning that if you are stupid you get sick less easily?"

"I few times. Why?"

"Isn't it quite rude? I mean… the word 'idiot' doesn't actually mean a stupid person. Originally it was a name for one type of… how would I say…"

"Illness?"

"I suppose that is the word that fits best at the moment. For example Forrest Gump. Have you read that book?"

"Not yet, it was published this year, right?"

"Yes, Forrest Gump was an idiot but he wasn't stupid. He was smart but he had troubles in expressing it to others and that's why got the stamp of a stupid person right in the middle of his forehead. But now we are getting a bit out of topic, aren't we?" Matthew babbled and looked at Spencer for the first time since the beginning of the conversation.

"Maybe. Would you come inside?"

"No thanks. I'm reciting the Morse code in my head. And the flag signals. And everything else interesting and useful."

"I'll stay with you then. Are your parents working today?" Spencer sat down on the soggy grass and held the umbrella above the both of them.

"Yeah, they are getting a good look on some office buildings or something…" Matthew's stomach growled. "Oh…"

"Have you eaten anything?"

"A breakfast but nothing after that."

"Okay then, come."

"What?" But Spencer was already on his feet and pulling Matthew also up. The smaller boy could barely take his backpack with him as he was taken towards the house. "Hey, what are you doing?"

"I'm making some lunch to both of us. And we'll also dry your clothes."

"Ah, you don't need… I don't want to be a bother…"

"I don't need but I want." They were now inside. Matthew looked around in the house. It was quite nice and spacious. And a bit messy too. Much different than their own house. He didn't call it home. To the boy it was just a place where he lived because he had no other place to go. Phoebe had been lucky…

"You can borrow my clothes while yours are drying." Spencer told and led Matthew to a bathroom. He gave a fluffy towel to the boy. "Wait here and dry your hair while I get you some clothes. They might be a bit too big but better than nothing, right?"

"R-Right." Matthew nodded and blushed a bit, hiding his face to the towel. No one had ever before watched after him like this. No one. The action didn't go unnoticed by Spencer but he just smiled and exited the bathroom.

"Spencer, who are you talking to?" His mother asked from the room nearby. Spencer walked to the doorway.

"It's just Matthew. He was sitting in the rain and soaking himself so I invited him inside. Do you mind?"

"No, it's just good that you have a friend." Diana Reid said from her place on the bottom of her bed.

"Yeah." Spencer left the room and closed the door quietly. He picked up some clothes from his own room and gave them to Matthew. After a while the younger boy stepped out from the bathroom and they hung his clothes on a radiator.

"Are you hungry?"

"A bit." Matthew knitted the hem of the over-sized shirt as he followed Spencer through the house.

"Is… Is something wrong?" Spencer frowned.

"N-No… I just…" The boy tilted his head on the right and seemed to think what he would say. "It must be nice to have a mother who loves you."


The 27th of May 2005, Friday
12:49 PM

Terry woke up and found himself from the small room again. His whole body was sore from the mugging. He ran his fingers up and down his ribs to check if any of them was broken. To his relief every one of them was still in one piece. But most likely some if not all were fractured and wouldn't survive from another treatment like that anytime soon. He'd better act now. Terry glanced at his wrist watch. It was surprising that those guys hadn't taken it away from him. Too bad for them though. Terry sat up and winced in pain. No, he couldn't stop now. He went to the window and smiled. The sun was in ideal position now and there was two small boy's on the hill, like they were every day about that time.


"Hey, Aiden, look!" The older of the brothers, Charlie, pointed to the direction of 'The Ghost House'. It was an old three-storey house made of wood. It had been empty for decades and no one knew who owned it or the site it had been built on. The two boys had named the house 'The Ghost House' with Terry and Audrey and had visited it for a few times. Lately they hadn't because some weird men were sometimes around. But now there was light flashing from one of the boarded windows of the third floor. The younger of the brothers, eight-year-old Aiden, turned to look the direction his brother pointed.

"It's a Morse code!" He exclaimed.

"I know it dummy." Charlie snapped. He shielded his eyes from the sunlight as he started to dechipter the code. "S.O.S. MT HERE… Aiden, it's Terry."

"Yeah." Aiden nodded and took the second part of the message. "C-O-M-E H-E-R-E. B-E C-A-R-E-F-U-L. Come here. Be careful."

"Let's go then. We have to climb up to the third floor window. Do you have a paper and a pen?"

"Yeah." The younger boy nodded again and they took off. The green car the creepy men had come with was away now. The boys sneaked closer to the house, silently like a pair of shadows. It was the easy part. The harder part was to get up to the third floor.

"Aiden, give me the pen and paper, I'll climb up. You stay here on the watch. Warn me if someone comes and hide them."

Aiden nodded. He always obeyed Charlie. After all he was already twelve. And that was almost being an adult. The older boy started to climb up the wall. It was surprisingly easy as the gaps of the board were large enough to fit the tip of shoe. And of course there were the window sills, excellent places to take a breath before continuing.

"Hi, Charles. Great job. That wasn't easy." The voice that belonged to Terry said behind the boards. Charlie grinned.

"Nah, I've done it once before."

"I remember that. You climbed on the roof and I had to come to fetch you from there."

"Why are you here?"

"The bad guys kidnapped me."

"I heard. So they have conquered this place." Charlie said thoughtfully.

"Yeah, have you a paper and a pen?"

"Here. Aiden always carries these with him." The boy slid them inside. The paper rolled around the pen.

"Smart kid."

"Hey, what about me? I was the one to notice the light you were flashing."

"Good job from both of you. Here, take this message to Oliver. Don't give it to anyone else. Do you understand?" Terry gave the paper back on the same way it had been given to him. Charlie stuffed it to his pocket.

"Got it. Bye, Terry. Stay safe."

"I try." The man behind the boards chuckled as the boy started to climb down.


01:13 PM

Oliver sat down at his desk with a sigh. They had gotten one lead thanks to Audrey and Garcia but that lead hadn't taken them very far yet. The license plate was from a car that belonged to a guy who had been released from a prison about a year ago. The name was John Downton. He and his three known accomplishes were all reported missing by their landlord. They hadn't paid their rents for months now. They hadn't used their credit cards anywhere so the police had no idea where they were.

"How come are they so good to disappear?" Prentiss huffed as they went through the little information the team had managed to find about the group.

"They have done it several times while avoiding the police. And if they really are behind this they have a lot of cash to use." JJ answered.

"But why start taking hostages and use a pattern like this? Previously they have just stricken to some place and then vanished until the next heist." Rossi pointed out.

"Maybe they haven't planned this by themselves…" Reid trailed off. "Remember, it must be someone who knows the hostages personally. These guys in the other hand do anything for money."

"The group who does the dirty work without a motive and a mastermind with a motive but no intention of dirtying his hands." Prentiss phrased the thought everyone had put together by the genius's observations.

"Garcia, go through the people who have visited John Downton on the year before his release." Hotch started to give orders. "Prentiss, Morgan, go to the Institute and find out about the professors there. Especially Martin Goodwill. JJ…"

"I keep a press conference about these suspects." The blond woman nodded and was about the exit the room when the door burst open two little boy's ran in. Oliver rose up from his chair.

"Charlie, Aiden, what have I said about coming here?"

"Do not come to the police station unless it's an emergency you are sure about or something really important." Charlie replied, quoting word to word what the Detective had told him and his brother.

"Exactly, Charlie. So tell me, what are you doing here?"

"It's an emergency… kinda important." Aiden told confidently.

"Yeah, a message from Matthew Thompson." Charlie continued.

"Really?" Audrey had appeared behind the boys. "Is he alright?"

"Seemed to be fine." Charlie nodded.

"Audrey, who is this Matthew Thompson? Something relevant to this case?" Oliver frowned as he remembered Doctor Reid asking about that name too. Behind his back Reid glanced to Garcia's direction. The woman shrugged. She hadn't found anything yet.

"Ah, Matthew Thompson is the name of one of the main characters in the stories Terry used to tell me. Nowadays I'm writing those stories down and creating my own ones. But when we were kids we used to play along those stories. Kind of roleplaying you see. Terry was always Matthew, while I was Phoebe. If you had been with our games, you could've been Timothy." The girl pouted.

The pieces clicked together now. It was far too big coincidence for those three names to appear during the same conversation, especially linked together like that. Reid had started to suspect it during the morning but now he was sure about it: Terence Reed was the boy he had met eleven years ago. But why he had used a different name back then?

"So Terry sent us that message?" Oliver asked his sister.

"Yup. Can we see that message?" Audrey asked the boys. Charlie stuffed his hands into his pockets and after a moment of rummaging them he found the pen with the paper rolled around it. The paper was now quite suffered since the boy had other things in his pockets too.

"I knew there was a reason why Aiden always had these…" He mumbled and gave the pen to Audrey.

"Thank you…" The girl took the pen and unwrapped the message around it. She started to read it aloud.

'Hi, you all. Terry here. I'm being held at the Ghost House. Ask Audrey if you don't know the place.
At the moment there is only one person here with me. Don't hurt him. He is threatened to help.
The other guys are nastier. I've met only two of them this far and they gave me a 'medieval problem solving' –treatment.
I don't think I'll survive from another one in one piece, so please come quickly.

Terry'

"We better hurry then." Oliver stated and went to talk with Martha. They'd better get a squad ready and fast. Reid kneeled down on the level of the boys.

"Hey, how did you find out that Terry was at the Ghost House?"

"We play almost every day at the hill near the Ghost House. This time Terry just happened to send us signals with the sunlight." Charlie explained while Aiden nodded enthusiastically next to him.

"It was the Morse code. Terry taught it to us. He signaled to us this message: S.O.S., MT here. Come here. Be careful." The younger boy added.

"He asked you to come to the house?" Rossi asked, stunned.

"Yeah, the bad guys were gone now. I climbed the whole way up to the third floor window." Charlie said proudly.

"That's great, Charlie, but go home now. Your mother must be worried." Oliver was back, fastening his bulletproof vest. "And thank you for help."

"Call us when Terry is safe, okay?" The boy said before the two were gone.


01:48 PM

The BAU was organized outside of the house with the police squad, ready to rush in. It was possible that there was no one else except Terry and that 'innocent' person but better safe than sorry. About that time the front door opened and a silhouette appeared on the doorway. They all pointed their guns towards him. The silhouette just leaned casually against the doorframe, his arms grossed on his chest and slightly amused smirk on his face. It was hard to tell due the direction of the sunlight.

"You surely took your time. Another twenty minutes and I would've appeared on the station." The silhouette called and Oliver lowered his gun as he recognized the voice.

"Terry, what the heck?"

"Hmm… I guess I should have mentioned that the bad guys aren't back till tomorrow. So you wouldn't exaggerate so much." Terry stepped down on the sun porch and walked towards them. Martha and JJ gasped at the state he was in. His whole face was bruised and most likely so was the rest of his body. There was some dried blood in his hair and on his clothes.

"At least I wiped my face so don't look like that." Terry resisted the urge to snap them. "Like I already told you I probably wouldn't survive from another treatment like that. And the blood isn't mine."

"How did you get out of the third floor?" Oliver asked impatiently and signaled to the paramedics nearby.

"As my brother you should now but I see you haven't paid any attention on what you have taught me." Terry sighed and pulled two thin wires from his pocket. "I had these two hidden in the collar of my shirt. As you should remember, you were the one to teach me lock picking."

"Just get into the hospital." Oliver finally snapped. He had been sick of worry and that was the way Terry thanked him.

"Oh, I had to knock Mr. Janitor out. He's tied up in the kitchen. Don't hurt him, okay?" Terry called over his shoulder as he walked away with the medics.


04:33 PM

The Janitor was in the interrogation room. It turned up professor Goodwill was indeed behind everything and a pair of cops was sent to arrest the man. The about the other members of the team… They were supposed to come back to the house around midday on the next day. No charges were pressed on the old man as his assistance was forced and he voluntarily gave information to BAU. The police and the FBI unit decided to ambush the robbery group on the next day. Hopefully after that the case would get wrapped up.


A/N: I suppose this was a bit shorter than the previous one... Oh well...

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